Wentworth Miller

I was sitting here in my kitchen reading Prison Break fanfiction, and I suddenly realized that I hadn't added one of my favorite boys to this blog yet. I decided to put my reading on hold until I'd remedied the situation.

Wentworth Miller. He's smart, he's talented, he's sexy. What more could a girl ask for? Nothing, really, except maybe for him to actually be in my living room, instead of just in my T.V. But if I can't have that, then I'm sincerely grateful for new episodes each week. Seriously. Season 2 is amazing so far. And the new, violent side of Michael that keeps randomly coming out (like when he kicked Bellick in the head - who didn't cheer at that moment?) is hot. I know: I have problems. But it doesn't make it any less true. I just wish he got to smile more, because as much as I love his brooding, I love that grin of his even more. And those eyes. They are so amazing - they look almost silver sometimes. Mmm...okay. I have to stop before I damage my keyboard by drooling all over it.